First day of school

Well, that's where we're telling Cohen he's going...school. Not daycare. We want him to think he's smarter than he is and that at 4 months old, he's ready for school.

So I started my new job today. For those that don't know, I've accepted a great position at a non-profit agency called Head Start. They provide a leg-up for over 2000 under-privileged children in the community. I'm very excited to finally feel like I'm making a difference.

I've been trying to prepare myself for the moment when I dropped Cohen off with his new set of moms, but nothing can prepare you for it. I cried the entire drive to the daycare and then when I had to leave him with Phyllis. I felt a lot of sympathetic eyes on me as I walked back to the car. A lot of women have been there, some of them when their babies were only 6 weeks old (stupid Utah law).

But he survived like I knew he would. With a lot less sleep (a total of an hour versus his usual 3.5) and a messed up schedule, but he still survived. They said he'll get used to the noise and will be able to sleep through it eventually. Here's hoping. This is Cohen we're talking about.

Pumping at work was an adventure. I have to close all the blinds, lock the door, and huddle over a desk while I milk myself. I have to let everyone know the milking schedule so they don't interrupt. I might just put a picture of a cow on the door, although it's really not necessary. After I emerged from my office, someone walked by and said "Ah, the all too familiar sound of a breast pump in action!".

I couldn't wait to pick the little turd burglar up and I think my boss knew that as she let me go an hour early. I drove like a demon (okay, I drove as I usually do) and practically ran in the daycare. He was crying but as soon as he saw me, he stopped and started to smile, which made my heart melt and is making me cry as I type this. I grabbed his report card and we headed home for a much needed nap and some cuddling.

Many thanks for the e-mails, texts and messages today. You made my first day away from Cohen and back in the work force so much better due to your thoughtfulness. Now, how about bringing me some dinner?

Being the BEST. BOY. EVER. on Mother's Day and making Mommy's first MD the best day she's had in 4 months.

 

 

 

 

 

Flying high with the Momster.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When did Elton John move into the neighbourhood?